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Tell me do you lose your way each day
Are there people you don’t recognize, do they lie?
Tell me does it make you feel too real?
Tell me the truth, and I’ll tell you the truth
If you gamble everything for love
You're gonna be allright...

( He found himself suddenly and inexplicably unable to censor himself. )

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You can't take anything with you
except the love
the love that I have for you...

( Your house looks like it's heaven... )

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No use in running
It's always the same
You can count on the panic
It's the faces that change...

( When Seeley spoke it was soft enough to deafen him... )

( Booth wandered through the Jeffersonian's labs and offices without a real destination. )

One of Jack’s most treasured possessions is a yellowed chapbook of Richard Brautigan poems signed by the artist’s hand. Peace, the inscription reads, next to the date: August 26, 1970. With just fourteen years left to his life, the poet’s handwriting seems almost childlike on the page. Open. Hopeful ( Read more... )